Guide to Living with Your Parents
Scratch that. Best not to leave footprints either.
Hannah Riffell has landed in Lansing, Michigan twenty-three years after she was born there, nineteen years after she moved to Mississippi, seven years after she moved to Northern Michigan, and two years after she graduated from a university in Grand Rapids. You probably can’t find her because she’s either exploring the state, wandering around her city, or just lost in her own head.
Confession
What if you just need more time to have a look around?
What to Wear to the Chicago Art Institute
Is it because linen clothes feel a tad bit more elegant than jeans?
Aunt Beth’s Irises
Every spring, the flowers unrobed themselves from their long green stalks, like indigo flags declaring the end of the winter—and their own ability to survive it.
My Friend Alex
I wonder if two-year-olds can feel lonely.
Trying to Meet God in Utah
Utah has plenty of rocks—but not a single pebble seemed to be crying out.
Who, But Also Where
There’s always someone to wave to.
God Bless My Noisy Neighbors
I can hear their little terrier skitter across the floor or jump off the couch with an adorable thud.
Joy in One Hand & Sorrow in the Other
Grief docks in your life like a sail in a harbor.
A Runner’s Testimony
It finally dawned on me that if I didn’t look like Tina Turner by now, it was probably not going to happen ever.
Snowball Effect
But when I was sixteen, I moved to northern Michigan, where it starts snowing at Halloween and stops whenever God wants it to.
Trader Joe’s
Spoiler alert: I get lost in Meijer.
I Guess I Bleed Green
It’s a shame that college is inaccessible to some because of financial situations, because when done right, we get so much more out of our tuition than a phone-number-sized bill and a great time on the Calvin rock wall.
Chocolate & Homage
We always returned to our mother beaming, holding up the objective of our mission.
